Queen of Hearts

Upon the silver glow of night
Another eve, another plight.
She walks upon the gentle breeze,
Her lips she parts
Just like the seas.

The Queen of Hearts
Her moniker today,
They can see her no other way.

Ruler of that which can't be ruled.
No fool, lest she again be fooled.

Her hair tied back,
No room for slack.
Taught and riled,
She moves along,
Desolate beach,
She sings a song.

A song of generousity,
The fear of curiousity.
A path ahead,
Not to be taken.
For winter nights can't be mistaken.

A cold through bone,
All alone.
She haunts this place on silver nights.

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